Felis Catus

The official blog of Tabby's Place.

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May I get rambunctiously real with you, kittens? I do not mean the way Hips gets with Prescott, although there is value in hippopotamussing your friends. (If you know Hips, you know that “hippopotamus” is a verb.) I do not mean the way Valerie gets with her stuffed shrimp and lobster, although there is merit […]

Epilogues: November 2023

November has a rickety reputation among cats. Braggarts belch about turkeys, but no Butterballs roll into the Tabby’s Place lobby. (Prescott checked under all the chairs. None.) There are credible rumors of something entitled “stuffing,” but limited evidence beyond garlicky human kisses. It’s almost enough to make a cat stop giving thanks.